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I Treasure Each Moment I Am Alone With You

i treasure each moment i am alone with you
time stands still until it becomes a nothing but vapor
a gentle breeze blessing add decorum to the lovely vibe
we kick our old lonelinesses in the head completely reconstruct our respective minds
waves of spectacular splendor consumes us like ocean breeze massages under starry island skies
infedelity and dishonesty are in the landfills of the past
broken promises and unexpected discoveries are in the closed case files of our respective minds
we are where we wanna be under the auspices of a Perfect Simplicity
i admire you as my Benevolent Angel on this smooth flowing cruise of Felicity
God is the Ultimate Magician....for only He can turn a depressed, compressed crockery into a sublime, refined form of Gold
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.


Cleansing Smoke

This empty pack of cigarettes
Reminds me of the time we met
We were vibrant and young
We watched the world as we spun
Around
Dancing among all these questions 
The heavy glow was making fun
Mocking the future of what was to come
The sun is setting on a love once lost
Anew day is approaching
But at what cost? 
Five foot even and burned at the ends
It is goodbye 
It is time to mend
These broken promises never kept
You were the blade that clipped 
My wings
It is over
We are infectd
And you're addicted
The attention you always craved
Comes with a price
These scars on my lungs 
Are my screams as I clung
Onto you
What's the price we pay for perfecton
For affliction
So cover me in ink
And bury me, just bury me
This broken glass is a broken memory 
Of the house we used to share
I'll burn it to the ground 
As I smoke my last cigarette
It reminds me of the time we met
Form: Imagism

Premium Member Gone and (Almost) Forgotten ......

Lamentation for what you are losing. 
A situation not of your choosing. 
Powerless in its execution. 
Watching from the shadows as 
the scene unfolds before you. 

A bag of broken promises 
standing in the corner - waiting 
for recycling or incineration - 
no-one knows, but gone for ever 
in the familiar form you knew. 

Your heart lies broken in the dustpan. 
A few fragments scattered on the floor. 
She tries to sweep them up, but carelessly 
drops the container in transit and curses 
as it leaves a dust trail to the door. 

How cold she looks.  Her face fixed in 
resolution.  Determined to get the rooms 
of her life scrubbed clean and free from 
memories of you.  Reminders of you two 
as you were, happy once, laughing, loving. 

Out to the trash wagon goes your world. 
With no knowledge of the significance, 
it is tipped in ignorance into the swirling, 
churning lumber of the neighbourhood, 
and ground to meaningless pulp. 

She stops on the way to retrieve a minute 
piece of hope deposited on her shoe - 
stuck like gum and adhering to the pavement 
as she walks.  A good tug and it is gone, but 
she tuts as it leaves stickiness on her fingers. 

Back in the sanitized emptiness 
she pauses to view her clean slate. 
Still icy in her survey, she doesn't notice broken you, 
forgotten in the cupboard - heart ripped out, 
memory mutilated, living only in the shadows. 

The door creaks and she is alerted, 
she quickly runs to close it - crisis averted. 
Must get a lock for that door 
and throw away the key - 
the heart can't grieve if the eye can't see.

Premium Member Life Comes With Broken Promises

"What I have Learned about Broken Promises is Priceless." By Poet

As a young child,
friends would make a promise.
They would break their word,
followed by hurt.
The dating world was famous for this trick,
as boys loved to break their promise.
Did it make them feel powerful?
Maybe!
My dad was a very wise person,
he never made many promises.
Guess he knew the pain hiding behind words,
words that were unkept are friends with lies. 
He would say,
we will see or maybe.
I knew if he had made me a promise,
it was guaranteed to be done.
So glad this lesson was learned as a child,
thanks dad.

Premium Member Love Nuance

There I was doing introspection on life
or maybe not life, just love...
 
I’m positive that when the essence of love 
Was thought off
no pain went into it.
So why are we going through
just as much pain, when we experience love?

Maybe we don’t know 
what real love entails 
what makes us choose so wrong? 
I'm sure if we had a GPS 
of where a relationship 
would end up we would not pursue it
but in our quest,
we sometimes look back 
and reckon it must have been special 
for it to 
last that long,
but heaven knows… 

God never intended
for hurt to be part of love 
so why do we punish ourselves?

Cling to something or someone
That does not reflect love? 

Only heartache and broken promises,
in the end closing ourselves off 
to the possibilities out there,
turning ourselves off from 
that thing called REAL LOVE?


Premium Member Plastic Eyes

My plastic eyes don't see a thing
I twist and I writhe
I'm a prisoner in my own mind

I can feel the sunlight against my flesh
I'm roasting rather than basking

There's no salvation for men like me
No Heaven we can crawl towards
Not when I'm being dragged to Hell

Moment by moment the walls get taller
Casting me in shadow

I want to escape, I want to escape
Please, God, just let me escape
I sinned and I sinned
And I grinned and I grinned
But I've got to break free

Don't you see I'll be a better man
Than I was back then
A lifetime of broken promises
To the God I never believed in

My plastic eyes don't see a thing
Not anymore when I've roasted alive
Sweat rolls down my cheeks
My breath comes out in quick pants

I'm afraid, I'm afraid
I'm so afraid of the justice I've deserved so long
But still the tears fall from sightless eyes
Still the pain fills up my chest
And I'm bursting with emotion
Because I let everyone down

My plastic eyes don't see a thing
I twist and I writhe
A prisoner to death

not once

holding back tears I shed for a man not worthy of my love,
the man who is filled with broken promises and shattered dreams,
I still don't understand how I can love someone who does not feel
the same as me. Not once did he acknowledged me.
not once did he comfort me when I was down and apologize for how
he missed treated me and misunderstood me. he would much rather 
put me down and make me feel less of a woman. 
I tried to tell him how I feel but he just shuts me out ignore me and 
pretends I don't exist. Life is so unfair when it comes to falling in 
love but not being fully loved back. Not once did I feel like I ever 
belonged because of the love that he never gave back 
I am just stupid in love with a man who doesn't love me

Deep Hurt

Smiles and a happy heart smothered in joy..
A child lives in the moment..
The age of innocence..
Life untouched ..
Simply magical..
Where dreams come true..

A child grows..
Life no longer untouched..
Why must the magic disappear..
Shattered dreams..
Broken promises..
A wounded heart ..
Bleeding profusely from the pain
Visions of dark skies..
Walking below a dark cloud..

Sweetness of childhood..
Melted into bitterness..
Shed bitter tears ..
An open wound
No healing..
Pain arises within..
Trapped inside there is emptiness..
Running through veins there is deep hurt..

Imagine blue skies..
Golden rays of sunshine..
Walking above the clouds..
No more darkness..

Premium Member Just Accept Him

In the grief that I’ve known
Amid the failure and the sorrow
In spite of depression and despair
Even when my heart feels so alone
There is love – sent from above

When everywhere I turn
There is a darkness that lurks
Bringing doubt, disillusion, distrust
Feelings of anxiety and so much stress
There is love – sent down from above

In the silence of a hopeless moment
When all is lost and dawn is haunted
When I can’t let go of all that I’ve lost
And every promise brings disappointment
There is love – sent down from up above

When my heart beats without a dream
And my soul seems so fearful and weak
Defeat creates an echo through my prayers
The glory that was - just isn’t there
There is love – sent from above

In the passing of one who is loved
When horrors seem like they’ll never stop
Despondent from all the pain that has been
Feelings in black from the shadows of shame
There is love – sent down from above

When all has been said and all has been done
Still there are sorrows that always come
To obscure the kindness and reflect the pain
Remind of regret that has been so draining
There is love – sent to us from above

In the shade of broken promises
Amid the storms that bring fear
There comes a gentle hope and a tear
Breathing life into the one who knows
God is reaching down with His gift
The love of a Savior who is the answer
The peace – the joy and faith
The sweetest grace – the satisfaction
Of a prayer that was spoken 
From a heart who knows that His love
Is the best gift ever thought of!

Just accept Him…

Hope Or Hopelessness

HOPE OR HOPELESSNESS

Can your savior also be your villan
I see my family's eyes can I really tell em
This hurt inside is bursting out
Should I really say what this is about

A slap of the face ,  a burst of the mouth
Out I scream,  but all he does is shout
Ugly, fat, good for nothing
If you think that's bad let me tell u something

Kisses of love for another girl
I wish I were in another world
Feeling abused,  used,  but that's no excuse
So many lies,  denys,  where is all the proof? 
Denial takes form in my brain
What can I do to ease the pain? 

Walk away , run as fast as u can
There is more to this world he is just a man
Cross my heart and hope to die
He doesn't know I'm carrying his child
How many years must I go through
Until I'm torn broken,  battered , blue? 
Get the hell out run , scatter
But when he says he's sorry that's all that matters. 

A hug an embrace, a peck on the cheek
My tears they fall so humble so meek
Broken promises repeated again
I pray the lord a angel to send
Hold me close so close to u
Abusive by nature but to my heart so true.
Form: Rhyme

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